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he said. “By about four days,” she said. “I checked against the journal.” “You keep records,” he said. “I keep records,” she agreed. They stood for a while. “The book is doing something,” he said. “The reader messages.” She’d been sharing some of them with the household — not all, some were private in ways that the sharing would violate, but the ones that were about the quality of the book rather than the specifics of the readers’ lives. “Yes,” she said.

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Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

I was hoping to see something else. Sucking my teeth, I was about to close the safe when something caught my eye. It was a small brown leather-bound book tucked into the corner and wedged tightly between the stacks of bills. Curiosity burned through me, and I pulled it out. The gold lettering on the front read Lila’s Journal. “Bingo.” I opened the book and flipped through the pages. Lila’s handwriting was neat and precise. I could tell this was a glimpse into her private thoughts and her innermost secrets.

Jaden I read through the first journal, careful not to tear any of the pages. There wasn’t much to find to begin with, as there was nothing about the moonstone pack or Claxton. Night had come, and the fire crackled in the lounge as they sat on the floor, tearing through the pages. The smell of smoke wafted through the air, mingling with the musty scent of old books. We tore through the journal’s contents like wild animals ripping apart their prey, desperate for any scrap of knowledge that could aid us in our mission.

>POV: CARRIE Thе nоtеbооk іѕ becoming mу constant соmраnіоn. I’vе read аnd rе-rеаd іt ѕо many tіmеѕ, thеrе аrе paragraphs I knоw vеrbаtіm. I dесіdе іt’ѕ tіmе to leave mу mark.

The fact that there are many books in this library, I can say that he just randomly asked books to fill this place… “D. M" Hmm? That is the letter that is written in every last part of the page. It was cursive. “Should I… read this?” I was hesitant whether or not I should read this journal bit then… I find it hard to put it back. It was as if some force is telling me to read it. “Alright…” Madison, bring it on! Let’s read this book! The front page was a purely simple note for the title. There was no acknowledgment or any author's note.

Blowing some breath out of my mouth, I pushed the shelf back to its place and stacked the books back in their rows. Humming a tune, I walked down the stairs and plopped on the chair behind the desk, tossing the journal on the desk. It made a loud thumping sound that echoed around the gigantic walls of the library. “Let’s see what you got, old friend.” I muttered and unbuttoned the strap of the journal before opening it. My eyes narrowed on the handwriting. It was very beautiful and elegant. There were some diagrams on it too. But what were they about? My lips shaped the words written on the second page. I kept reading for a few minutes before my eyes widened and a gasp left my lips.